Or at least that’s what I’m saying until the next time I go.
I went in today to get my usual, when I hear these words I just don’t understand:
“We’re out of steak.”
What? Did he just say they’re out of steak? What good is Café Rio without steak? Oh my groove was so thrown off. I stumbled, stammered, and said “ok” when he offered grilled chicken instead. What? I don’t even like the grilled chicken at Café Rio that much. It’s not like grilled chicken at teriyaki grill or hibachi san. But at a loss I agreed and had a grilled chicken salad.
I thought to myself as I walked out the door “oh well, what I REALLY love is the tortilla with cheese melted on it. At least they weren’t out of those.” (Yeah, how would they stay in business without tortillas?)
So I got back to the office and sat down to eat with Melissa and Mar when I realized, I hadn’t stopped on my way out of Café Rio to get a fork and stuff. Gah! That’s when I realized just how off my groove the lack of steak had thrown me. I was relegated to those wimpy forks in the company kitchen area— those things are too bendy and weak to even break apart that yummy tortilla, so I ended up tearing pieces off with my fingers.
Oh man. I’m not looking forward to the rest of the day without my groove.
1 comment:
I know.. if I coulda found the man responsible for "no steak" and thrown him out the window, I woulda!
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